The fire crackled and snapped, throwing heat out over the whole clearing and dimly illuminating the facade of the stone and log packhouse in burnt colours. I sniffed the air cautiously, shifting on my feet just beyond the circle of light. The breeze carried the stink of wolf and maleness. I wrinkled my nose at the pungent smells of sex and sweat, overrun with the strong pine odour of an alpha. Of the Alpha.